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Nov 17, 2005 18:37

So my mom and I decided it was time for a hair cut. And I (stupidly) decided it was time for bangs.

The person cutting my hair didn't understand what I wanted and I believed that the only good bangs were bangs that were super short and curled inwards. So she took her scissors and cut, without really confirming that it was ok. So now I have super short looking bangs and I look like I'm 8 years old.

After the haircut we were supposed to meet my dad at Cactus Taqueria for dinner but I decided to sit in the car instead. After they left, I cried the whole time. I listened to all the crappy emo songs on my iPod and cried so hard I thought I was literally going to cry my heart out, like the emo kid in the song.

Then I came home and cried more.

Then my mom said she was 95% convinced to let me pierce my lip. And then I talked to Drew. And I'm going to see Harry Potter with Sarah and Annie. And so, even though I look similar to an ugly small dog witha bowl cut, I'm happy.

I know tomorrow morning when I wake up from my happy sleepy stupor, I'll cry untli it hurts, then be whisked off to school to be laughed at.
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